Someday he'll come along, the man I love, and he'll be big and strong, the man I love. And when he comes my way, I'll do my best to make him stay. He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand, then in a little while, he'll take my hand. And though it seems absurd, I know we both won't say a word. Maybe I shall meet him Sunday, maybe Monday, maybe not. Still I'm sure to meet him one day, maybe Tuesday will be my good news day.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12386 | 2020-10-04 04:23:15 | 81.64 | 97% |
| 11978 | 2020-07-06 09:28:41 | 88.74 | 98% |
| 9165 | 2019-07-12 12:24:52 | 87.70 | 98% |